If you are writing a historical fiction, or epic fantasy, chances are one of your settings will be in a medieval village. Not all villages are set up in the same way, but for the most part they wi…

Bampton Castle was an ambitious castle in the Cotswolds area that languished in obscurity after it was left unfinished in the early 14th century — though several hundred years later it became Ham Court, Oxfordshire, and is now the home of Matthew Rice. Edward Impey investigates the remarkable story of this building and its recent revival; photographs by Paul Highnam for Country Life.

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Years before, he had come to Grafton Manor to be betrothed to the innocent and beautiful Lady Anne--a promise that was broken with the onset of war.... Now Simon, Lord Greville, has returned as an enemy, besieging the manor and holding its lady hostage. Simon's devotion to his cause swayed by his desire for Anne, he will not settle for the manor house alone. He will have the lady--and her heart--into the bargain! Yet Anne has a secret that must be kept from him at all costs....

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THIS year’s Strictly Come Dancing stars will be forced to quarantine in The Manor hotel for two weeks before the show kicks off. As the BBC gear up for the return of the popular series post-l…

Sir John Soane’s Pitzhanger Manor is re-opening after a three-year, £12 million restoration with an Anish Kapoor exhibition. Francesca Carrington goes to visit the country house in Ealing.

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Where was The Crown filmed? Find out more about the castles, cathedrals and manor houses used as filming locations for Netflix's popular TV series.

After escaping the deadly time loop of the manor, Subaru can finally enjoy a brief respite. But after a visit from the king's messenger, he returns with Emilia to the royal capital, where it all began. As he reunites with his friends, Subaru gears up to help Emilia become the next monarch, but Emilia herself stubbornly refuses his assistance... | Author: Tappei Nagatsuki | Publisher: Wentworth Press | Publication Date: Jun 20, 2017 | Number of Pages: 364 pages | Language: German | Binding: Paperback/Fiction | ISBN-10: 031639842X | ISBN-13: 9780316398428

In the 1980s Bob Mazzer worked as a porn cinema projectionist, first in King's Cross, then in Paddington. He lived for a while with his father in Manor House, and then got his own place in Archway. Naturally enough, he travelled to work by Tube, returning late at night, due to the nature of his job. "I felt the Tube was mine," he says, "and I was there to take pictures. It was like a party."

Gad's Hill Place, in Higham, Kent, where the author penned some of his best loved stories is to open its doors to the public for the first time.

This is the true story of Louisa Carolina Colleton, whose tale could have flown from the pages of a gothic novel. In 1777, at the age of fourteen, after many adventures, the beautiful heiress inherited valuable estates on two sides of the Atlantic. As in every good gothic novel, Louisa's father died, and having been deserted by her mother, she went to live with her maternal uncle in his early Tudor manor in the depths of the Devon countryside. Eight years later she left England to salvage her inheritance, a journey which took her to the Bahamas, and then to South Carolina. On her return to England she married a dashing naval officer, with whom she had ten children. Her affairs were much commented on at the time by relations and friends: we can occasionally be privy to the chaos around her dining table, or her distress at the death of one of her children. She had another traumatic adventure on the Atlantic at the age of thirty-five, when her ship was captured by French privateers. Over the years, despite her best endeavours, her fortune was demolished by the American Revolution, the Napoleonic Wars, corrupt lawyers, fraudulent deeds, a spendthrift husband and profligate son. 30 colour and 5 b&w illustrations

The award–winning Chieftain series continues in a new, full–length novel about duty, determination and the power of love to heal all wounds. Rob is the McArthur heir and is determined to prove himself, a resolve that leads to his capture in a battle on the wrong side of the Borders where he is held for ransom at Wolfsdale. He never expects to fall in love with Melinda La Mont, his Norman captor's daughter, but payment of the ransom means their separation. And though Rob may have lost his heart, he has kept his head and his secrets: La Mont's manor belonged to his grandfather and Rob knows all of its mysteries. It takes another battle and the death of the Scottish King to return Rob to Wolfsdale and Melinda. Abduction and capture is the only way to bring Melinda back into his life–and his bed. But she comes with a surprise: twin sons, and an anger that Rob cannot seem to calm. When Melinda reveals that her father considers her sons–his grandsons–his heirs, and will stop at nothing to bring them home, Rob is forced to reconsider his rash decisions, and take responsibility for his actions both in the past and in the present. With both his family and his land at stake, Rob must decide between the passion of a child and the responsibility of a man, and risk that his love is enough to keep Melinda, and the children he never knew existed, by his side.

Notes From Your BooksellerSet twelve years after House of Salt and Sorrows, House of Roots and Ruin brings readers back to Arcannia and the lives of the remaining Thaumus sisters, this time following youngest sister Verity. Infused with all of the haunting gothic elements of the first volume, this is a mesmerizing return to a decadent world full of darkness. #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A modern masterpiece, this is a classic Gothic thriller-fantasy from bestselling author Erin A. Craig, about doomed love, menacing ambition, and the ghosts that haunt us forever. In a manor by the sea, one sister is still cursed. Despite dreams of adventures far beyond the Salann shores, seventeen-year-old Verity Thaumas has remained at her family’s estate, Highmoor, with her older sister Camille, while their sisters have scattered across Arcannia. When their sister Mercy sends word that the Duchess of Bloem—wife of a celebrated botanist—is interested in having Verity paint a portrait of her son, Alexander, Verity jumps at the chance, but Camille won’t allow it. Forced to reveal the secret she’s kept for years, Camille tells Verity the truth one day: Verity is still seeing ghosts, she just doesn’t know it. Stunned, Verity flees Highmoor that night and—with nowhere else to turn—makes her way to Bloem. At first, she is captivated by the lush, luxurious landscape and is quickly drawn to charming, witty, and impossibly handsome Alexander Laurent. And soon, to her surprise, a romance . . . blossoms. But it’s not long before Verity is plagued with nightmares, and the darker side of Bloem begins to show through its sickly-sweet facade. . . . Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593482544 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Random House Children's Books Publication Date: 07-25-2023 Pages: 544 Product Dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.90(d) Age Range: 12 - 17 Years Series: Sisters of the SaltAbout the Author Erin A. Craig is the New York Times bestselling author of House of Salt and Sorrows and Small Favors. She has always loved telling stories. After getting her BFA in Theatre Design and Production from the University of Michigan, she stage-managed tragic operas filled with hunchbacks, séances, and murderous clowns, then decided she wanted to write books that were just as spooky. An avid reader, an embroidery enthusiast, a rabid basketball fan, and a collector of typewriters, Erin makes her home in West Michigan with her husband and daughter.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt 1 The paintbrush was too wet. Pigment concentrated through the boar-­hair bristles, sluicing out in irregular blots and smudging the line I’d wanted crisp. “Hold still,” I murmured, barely moving my lips as I dabbed the brush on a rag, lest I somehow jar the moment before me and lose its magic forever. “Just one minute more.” The corner of Artie’s lips trembled as if fighting the urge to break into a grin. “I’m almost finished,” I promised. “Just . . .” I flicked the brush across the canvas, capturing the gleam of impish merriment brightening my nephew’s eyes. “There. It’s perfect.” “I want to see! I want to see!” Artie exclaimed, falling out of his carefully arranged pose and tumbling over himself as he dashed behind the easel. His eyebrows fell. “That’s not what I look like. Is it?” I studied the rendering with a critical eye before glancing back to the little boy before me. Thick waves of dark hair like mine, like most Thaumases, but with his father’s button nose. “I think it’s a fine likeness.” “Very fine,” a voice affirmed from the doorway behind us. “Mama!” he cried, racing off to give his mother a hug. “Am I done now?” Camille raised an eyebrow at me, seeking confirmation. I set down my palette and nodded. “All done.” Camille pressed a swift kiss to the top of his head before he was off, racing down the hall, breathless with pent-­up energy. “How was he?” she asked, entering the Blue Room to study the portrait more closely. Her amber eyes missed nothing. “This arrived for you this morning,” she said, handing me a thick envelope. It was marked with several palace seals. Mercy. “A little squirmy but that’s to be expected.” I ran my thumb under the flap, ready to rip open the envelope and dig out my sister’s letter, but I paused, watching Camille take in the painting. “It’s a lovely painting,” she complimented. “I can’t believe he’s five now. Where have the years gone?” My sister brushed a strand of burnished auburn hair from her face and her fingers fluttered over the corner of one eye, feeling at the nonexistent lines she worried were beginning to creep in. “My birthday is coming up, you know,” I mentioned, keeping my voice as light and casual as I could. She frowned as though I’d accused her of something. “I wouldn’t forget that, Verity.” “I didn’t mean— Only . . . maybe we could talk about what we should do this year?” I turned on my stool, looking up. “I thought perhaps we could go to the mainland? To the capital? Mercy said—” “It’s not Mercy’s place to say anything,” Camille said, glancing at the envelope in my lap. I could see she wanted to snatch it up and read the missive for herself but instead she stepped forward, squinting at a brushstroke. “She said that I could still be presented at court, if we wanted to. Eighteen is a little older than most girls, but—” Her sigh stopped me short. “I would have loved to take you at sixteen. You know that.” “Only I was at Hesperus, helping Annaleigh with the baby,” I supplied, knowing her excuses by heart. “But last year—” “Last year we were in the middle of the east wing renovations. It was hardly the time for a long, extravagant trip.” “I know,” I said, tucking a bit of hair behind my ear. She was bristling for a fight, and if she started snapping, I knew it would be impossible to sway her. “I know, I know, I know. But now . . . the house is all done. The children are old enough to travel. I’m sure they’d all love to see Arcannus.” Camille shook her head, backing away from the canvas, her eyes drifting around the room as if looking for something to improve. She approached a chaise and plumped a down pillow until it stood on its own like a tuft of meringue. “Oh no. The children would never come with us to court. They’d stay behind with their governess, of course.” I took a quick breath, hope reaching high into my chest like a man drowning at sea and grasping for a life raft. “But we . . . we could go? Oh, Camille, think of how fun it will be! We haven’t been to the mainland since Mercy moved to court. Annaleigh could come, too, and I’m sure Honor would join us. Foresia isn’t that far from the capital, and perhaps even Lenore . . .” I stumbled to a halt as I always did whenever Lenore came up. My third oldest sister was a complete mystery to me. “Lenore is Lenore. I doubt she’d . . .” Camille ran a quick hand over her hair again, as if assuring herself that everything was still in place. “All of that does sound . . . It could be quite agreeable,” she allowed. “But your birthday is next week. There’s no possible way we could have everything ready by then. The travel alone is a full day by our fastest clipper. Perhaps we could arrange something this fall? Before Churning.” My face fell. We wouldn’t. The weather would grow bad. The twins would get sick. Camille would have half a dozen excuses by then, none of which I could argue against because she was older and wiser and a duchess and you might be able to lead a spirited debate if it were simply the first two but her title was as formidable as a citadel high atop a hill. Bordered by a barbed stone wall. And a moat. Camille crossed to the giant windows overlooking the Salten cliffs. She made a beautiful silhouette in front of the dramatic landscape, and my fingers itched to sketch her. I could envision the first long lines, gently curved to indicate the flow of her mauve skirts. It would be the perfect juxtaposition for the thick, short spikes I’d use for the cliffs. “We should do something festive, though,” she mused. “What about a party?” I was too surprised to respond. Once Camille fixed her mind on something, trying to budge her from it was like prying a barnacle off the seawall. “What do you think?” she asked, turning back to me, the weight of her stare cool and steady. “I think . . . that sounds wonderful! How many people could we invite? Mercy said the princesses have been wanting to visit. Spring would be the perfect time for them to see Highmoor. And if Beatrice comes, you know Phinneas will too, probably. Oh! The Crown Prince! At my birthday!” My heart fluttered as I recalled Mercy’s descriptions. “He’s supposed to be madly in love with dancing. Perhaps we could make it a ball! Not a terribly formal one, of course. I know how much work they take but maybe—” “Enough!” Camille said, breaking through my haze of ideas like a battering ram. “You’ve overexcited yourself, Verity.” “I haven’t,” I promised, feeling the heat in my throat even as I protested. My imagination had the tendency to run ahead of me, like a young colt racing after its own legs. “You’re flushed scarlet,” she pointed out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mislead you with thoughts of a large affair. I only meant a family dinner. Something cozy and intimate. Cook has been eager to try out some new recipes with the spring vegetables. It would just be us. And Annaleigh and Cassius, of course.” “Oh . . . of course,” I said, feeling small. She wandered over to the shelves of books before pausing at a small portrait of all our sisters. Well. Most of our sisters. Back when there were eight of us. We’d originally been twelve strong but our three oldest—Ava, Octavia, and Elizabeth—passed away in quick succession after our mother died giving birth to me. Then, years later, Eulalie followed after them, slipping from the same cliffs Camille had just been in front of. The triplets died months after—two of them anyway—another tragic accident. Rosalie and Ligeia. They left Lenore by her lonesome, like a set of silv

Widcombe Manor.

This 17 bedroom Relais & Chateaux Country House Hotel near West Hoathly in Sussex, is set in 1000 acres of wooded parklands and gardens, famous for being created by William Robinson, arguably one of England’s greatest gardeners. It is hard to believe that this secluded haven of peace is only 12 miles from Gatwick Airport and 30 miles from Central London. Enjoy glorious vistas from this remarkable 16th Century Elizabethan Manor, relax in surroundings of timeless elegance and savour top hospitality, fine wines and exquisite food.

Mrs Middleton seems to be approaching her elevation to lady of the manor with gusto. She has been spotted wearing a regal-looking signet ring.

The October 2013 issue of The World of Interiors features a fantastic article and photographs about OTT's Garsington. Behind The Scene. Written by Catherine Ingrams-who lived at Garsington as a child wrote the piece and the beautifully evocative photography of Christopher Simon Skyes transports us right back to what could easily have been an Ottoline day there. Ingrams's father- Leonard- created an impromptu opera house at Garsington-also the Ingrams family home. Today the house has been restored to a private family home. In OTTOLINE'S DAY The stage entrance-from the side door to the stone Loggia Ottoline commissioned Philip Tilden to design the Loggia on the East side of the house Inside, this sunlit Hall, in OTTOLINE's Day painted a 'dark peacock-blue green' Once called The Red Room (by Ott) after its Venetian Red paint, now The Oak Room Group Portrait from Ottoline's Scrapbook taken in the Red Room Conscious of the history of Garsington the author's mother, Rosalind, selected furniture, wallpapers, and paints over her thirty year stewardship that adhered to the home's heyday-but reflected her taste and her vision of Home for her children. A Stairway at Garsington photographed by Sykes echoes the tripping of Ottoline's elegant well heeled foot on the Stair-her touch on the banister-and the rustle of skirt on the tread as she ascended to rooms above. If you love Ottoline & Garsington & can find a copy of the October issue it's well worth the effort. There are many additional photographs and a lovely story by Ingrams about the house during her lifetime. all of the original photographs of GARSINGTON in Ottoline's day can be found at the NPG Here.

Terms of the Will To keep her cherished childhood home, Samantha Everard must marry by her twenty-fifth birthday. Yet she refuses to marry on a whim, not even to save her fortune. When she returns to Dallsten Manor to say goodbye, the last person she expects to see is her handsome, disapproving neighbor William Wentworth, Earl of Kendrick. Will is certain the scandalous Everard family is nothing but trouble. He shouldn't care about Samantha's predicament, but her feistiness and kindheartedness intrigue him—as does her refusal to wed. He wants to help, especially when he perceives the threat that surrounds her. Soon his greatest wish is to persuade Samantha that her true home is with him.

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Lord Of Scandal Scandalous and seductive, Lord Hawksmoor is a notorious fortune hunter. A man any women will want to bed. Now he has tasted the woman of his dreams, Catherine Fenton, and he will do anything to make her his.She may be a rich heiress, but Catherine is trapped in a gilded cage and duty bound to a man she detests. The ton has woven a fantasy around Ben, Lord Hawksmoor, that any woman would find hard to resist, but she senses there is more to him behind the glittering façade. Has she found her hero, or made a pact with the devil himself?Lord Greville's Captive Years before, he had come to Grafton Manor to be betrothed to the innocent and beautiful Lady Anne – a promise that was broken with the onset of war...  Now Simon, Lord Greville, has returned as an enemy, besieging the manor and holding its lady hostage. Simon's devotion to his cause swayed by his desire for Anne, he will not settle for the manor house alone. He will have the lady – and her heart – into the bargain! Yet Anne has a secret that must be kept from him at all costs...